The romance in the movie Titanic is bullshit. I feel the same way about Romeo and Juliet and other such “tragic” love stories. At least one of the parties dies before they get to see and live for a while with the yet unexpressed, more annoying parts of their partner … which is when real love kicks in. Or doesn’t. Anyone can love someone “forever” when that someone is really good-looking and hangs around for only a few days before drowning in the Atlantic. That’s a vacation hookup.
